Chapter 1574

Sophie had seen it all up to this day. When it came to dealing with big talkers like the warden, she found it downright amusing.

With a simple crook of her finger, she beckoned the warden to come closer. Unfazed, he strutted right into the cell. But before he could get too close, Sophie had already clamped her hand around the back of his neck—a spot that could spell the end with just a squeeze.

The warden froze, not daring to make a move, while the guards nearby hovered, unsure whether to intervene. Sophie, unfazed, tossed out a warning, "I wouldn't try anything if I were you. My hand might just slip... and then what? Losing your warden would be quite the headache, huh?"

"Sophie! You're digging your own grave!" the warden spat, glaring at her with all the fury he could muster. To him, Sophie was hanging by a thread.

"In my prison, you're my prisoner! Lay a hand on me, and you won't last the week!” he threatened. But Sophie just raised an eyebrow, and with a swift motion, there was a sharp crack.

crumpled

Dead? Just like that?

the guards shouted, aiming their guns at Sophie, who had just murdered

anyone more

you make it to sunrise," Sophie taunted, casually perching on the cell's bed. "Even if I killed him, your boss wouldn't dare lay a finger on me. Better worry about your own skins. Anyone who

warden's corpse for emphasis. His eyes were still wide

intimidated by her audacity. Sophie clearly wasn't just anyone; otherwise, their

in Devonport, but this was

up, and you're not getting out. You've killed someone, and I'll make sure this goes up the

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